Shibaprasad Bhattacharya

Just another Indian Engineering grad trying to find the haven.

January 2017

Feelings are like scent
If not maintained, won't stay the same

The naivety of past, the temptations of a youth
All of which was subdued by a bittersweet truth

'Upsetting' it wasn't so much as the heart seem to mature
But now it seems meaningless, perhaps a futile tenure?

"Happiness is a warm gun" once the Beatles said
But that armoured soul didn't shoot me with the rays

The delusion creates utopia, a place where you dreamt to be
Reality is agonizing; just like January 2017

Still the path is pretty pristine, the virtues intact
Heart may be full of burden but the mind never can
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